Chapter 448: The Aftermath of the Dead: Part I
It doesn't have to end with someone's death?
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But for a situation that has now almost completely collapsed, I don't think that is true.
Weaving Star Country, Manyo Country, Rin Slater, Jinyu, Cafud, Xie Yan, Gear City, Elise.
Everything that happens between these people comes at the cost of death.
When the contradiction between people has developed to an irreconcilable level, only the withdrawal of one party can make the contradiction disappear.
Sometimes, this exit can be a disappearance; But sometimes, this exit can only be the evaporation of the world.
Elise and Rinslet chose to evaporate from the world, while Kraft disguised himself as death and quietly lived in a neighboring country for sixteen years.
I don't know how Jinyu knew about Craft's whereabouts, maybe she's been looking for him for the past sixteen years, maybe she's got the message that the old Pope is still alive somewhere, anyway, since her assassination team has been slapped in our faces, then her purpose must be known to passers-by.
So, in fact, when things come to this point, it must be quite difficult for them to end without dying.
"Naive." Chongyun sneered at Craft, it seems that her thoughts are the same as mine.
Her right hand pointed to the crown of death on the ground and roared at Craft, "It doesn't have to end with someone's death? Then you look at the body of this girl, what is she? Isn't her death dead? Isn't she human? β
"If you want to do a big thing, it's impossible not to kill a few people." Chongyun's voice trembled a little, as if he was laughing, as if he was crying, "I know, Your Majesty Jinyu's end will definitely not be too good-looking, she may eventually die at the hands of someone, just like others died at her hands, those who have borne too much blood debt will definitely pay it with blood." β
"But, but." Tears flowed from Chongyun's eyes, "Despite this, I still hope that Her Majesty Jinyu can achieve her ambitions and fulfill her long-cherished wishes, this feeling, this hope, you will never understand." β
Cafd stepped forward, wanting to say something to Chongyun, but after thinking about it, he shook his head again and walked back.
"So." Tears fell like rain from the corners of Chongyun's eyes, but there was a smile as bright as the sun on the corner of her mouth, "In order to achieve the great cause of His Majesty Jinyu, can you, please stumbling blocks, go to death first?" β
"Oops!" The Misty Believer reacted instantly, "Run!" β
But it's too late.
"In the end, I want to say...... Your Majesty, she wasn't wrongβ"
A blinding white light shot out from Chongyun's face-obscuring chest, instantly illuminating the entire Archive as bright as day.
"It's going to ...... Self-destructing. Elise looked at Chongyun's face, and her tone revealed a hint of regret.
"Don't run, you can't escape, this is the last blow that someone else has used up their lives, if you dodge it so easily, wouldn't you be very sorry for her life?" Elise shrugged at me with her back to the white light that was obscured by the heavy clouds.
As Elise's words fell, the entire Archive fell silent.
The panicked expressions of the Misty Believers and the calm looks of Xie Yan and Cafud were all fixed in front of me at this moment.
Then the next moment, the sound returned, the world was bright again, and the tree was gone.
My eyes were closed.
This day is a day to remember at Manyo Camp.
On this day, a gray-white mushroom cloud slowly rose in the southeast corner of Manyo Camp.
The mushroom cloud symbolizes the fall of a life and the pale cry of an unnamed character.
As Chongyun said.
If you want to do a big thing, it is impossible not to kill a few people.
Her own flawless presentation showed us a grand presentation.
β¦β¦
When I opened my eyes again, I was not in front of my imaginary soul space, nor was it a resurrection point.
I'm still in the Archives.
Of course, if this ruin-ridden ruin could still be called a library.
Moreover, I opened my eyes not because of my own will, but because I felt someone gently tapping me on the shoulder.
Who is it?
I turned my head and saw the Misty Believer standing beside me, beckoning to me.
"How...... Why? I looked at him, then at my hands, "Why aren't we all dead?" β
"Because of the teacher." The Misty Believer raised his finger.
I looked in the direction he was pointing, and saw Craft sitting upright on top of a ruin, looking at the mess of the Archive and sighing.
"Although the teacher's ability 'power' can't reflect the explosion just now, don't forget what the teacher's original identity is." The Misty Believer smiled.
That's right.
Before Cafd was a Paranormal he was a Pope first.
Although it is said that it is a former pope.
But despite this, as a former pope, he also has powerful holy energy, and he can still use those holy light skills.
Then I get the idea.
He used a skill similar to the Autumn Frost Moon Glory Barrier to help us block the explosion and save us.
"Hey." Elise sighed, "Two good research materials, just gone." β
The cloud-obscured explosion nearly destroyed the entire neighborhood.
Not only the small building of the Archive, but also many of the shanties and wooden houses around the Archive were overturned by the air waves and ripples caused by the explosion.
If something so big happens, I'm sure someone from the council will come over in a moment.
"Sometimes I think." Cafd sat on the ruins, and finally spoke, "What did I do wrong?" β
"If I had protected my position back then, and sat down diligently, would none of these things have happened?" Craft buried his head deep in his knees, as if in contemplation of something.
"You don't need to feel sorry for yourself." I slowly walked over to Kraft and gently patted him on the shoulder, "It's not your fault. β
"It's good to admit mistakes." I looked at Kraft and said, "But to over-indulge in mistakes is to be irresponsible to others, and to abuse oneself." β
"Sometimes, when you feel like you're doing something wrong, why don't you think about it the other way around, if someone else is doing something wrong?"
Man does not grow up living on his own mistakes.
Sometimes, other people's mistakes will make you understand more.